Chapter 109: Inexplicable Mural
The tiredness on Huikong's face was instantly replaced by an unconcealable joy. He reached out his hand without hesitation and gently picked up the inner elixir. His smile blossomed like a spring flower, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"This... is actually the inner elixir of a fifth-level demon beast!" Huikong's voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner shock and ecstasy.
He carefully played with the inner elixir in his hand. The heavy texture made him feel unprecedented satisfaction and pride.
Shangguan Jiannan stood quietly by, his eyes gentle and deep. He knew very well what this inner elixir meant to Huikong.
Before Huikong could speak, Shangguan Jiannan spoke first: "Master Huikong, you killed this Explosive Flame Demon Bear by yourself, so this inner elixir naturally belongs to you.
I am just trying to do my best.”
Shangguan Jiannan's words were full of sincerity and humility. He knew in his heart that with Huikong's strength, he was fully qualified to own the spoils alone.
What he valued more was the open-mindedness and grace that Huikong showed in the face of interests.
When Huikong heard this, he was stunned at first, and then burst into hearty laughter.
He turned and looked at Shangguan Jiannan, his eyes full of admiration and gratitude.
"Haha! Brother Jiannan is indeed a straightforward person! In this case, I will accept this magic beast inner core with all my heart.
However, since you and I are in the same business, if we encounter other magical beasts in the future, their inner cores will belong to you, how about that? " Shangguan Jiannan smiled knowingly when he heard this.
He knew very well that in this underworld full of dangers, being able to make a friend like Huikong was more precious than any material wealth.
So, he agreed without hesitation: "Haha, okay! It's settled!" The two smiled at each other, and the tacit understanding and trust instantly turned into an indestructible friendship.
They know that in the days ahead, no matter how great the difficulties and challenges they encounter, as long as they work hand in hand with each other, they will be able to overcome all difficulties and welcome the dawn of victory together.
In the vast realm of martial arts, Shangguan Jiannan is well aware of his own cultivation level. Even among the dazzling stars of the Tianjian Sect, it is just a dim corner.
Therefore, he acted cautiously, taking every step carefully, not daring to underestimate the enemy or slack off in the slightest.
When facing the threat of monsters, one can still evade it with wisdom and agility; but if one encounters a strong warrior, the hidden danger will be like an abyss, difficult to measure.
Looking back on the past, people like Guo Polu, as a leader of the younger generation, simply ignored people of his level of cultivation and never took him seriously.
For example, the two disciples of the Thunder Fire Sword Sect would have died if Shangguan Jiannan had not reacted quickly.
This is the cruel law of the martial arts world. The strong are respected and the weak can only survive. This is a true portrayal of the law of the jungle.
"Sigh..." Shangguan Jiannan sighed softly, and the burden in his chest seemed to be relieved, and his spirit relaxed a little.
At this moment, being able to walk side by side with Master Huikong is undoubtedly a great fortune for him.
Huikong's existence was like an indestructible barrier beside him, which deterred those ordinary disciples who were usually arrogant and domineering from acting rashly.
Next to the remains of the Explosive Demon Bear, Huikong was delighted to have obtained its inner elixir, while Shangguan Jiannan was carefully collecting various precious materials from the demon bear.
Each of them gained something, but the value of what they gained was as different as heaven and earth. Huikong couldn't help but feel a little guilty, after all, what he gained was far more than Shangguan Jiannan.
After packing up, the two of them left the eerie hall hand in hand.
With Huikong's company, Shangguan Jiannan felt more at ease, but his vigilance did not diminish in the slightest. With his eyes as sharp as torches, he always paid attention to the movements around him.
The hall in the ruins seems to have no end, with pavilions and towers scattered around, jade carvings telling of past glory, and flying eaves and corridors winding and tortuous, stretching endlessly.
Although the vicissitudes of time have left mottled marks on the walls, they cannot conceal the ancient and vicissitudes of life.
Being in it, Shangguan Jiannan seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space and returned to that ancient era. The earth-shaking explosions seemed to still echo in his ears, and the shocking scenes of palaces collapsing and people flying by appeared before his eyes.
Those once powerful beings possessed the power to destroy the world. Their battle was like the end of the world, making the entire space tremble.
Shangguan Jiannan and Huikong walked in the middle, their eyes full of horror and disbelief.
This once prosperous sect has now turned into ruins, leaving only these relics for future generations to pay tribute and sigh.
"How many tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes and changes has this underworld experienced?" Shangguan Jiannan pondered in his heart, looking at the barren land in front of him, his heart filled with awe for the past and confusion about the future.
At the end of that distant time, until the dawn of several centuries ago, its true appearance was revealed."
Huikong and Shangguan Jiannan walked slowly side by side, their steps filled with emotion and sighs for the past.
Their footsteps echoed long and deep in this vast and empty palace, as if they had traveled through ten thousand years of silence and refused to fade away for a long time.
Entering a majestic hall, the two carefully examined their surroundings.
Although time has eroded the magnificent decorations in the hall into pieces and turned them into dust, the walls still bear traces of the past - those carvings, like the whispers of time, tell of the past glory and vicissitudes.
In the picture, the warrior is brandishing his sword and fighting fiercely with the monster; the maid is stroking the strings of the piano, dancing gracefully and playing melodious music; at the banquet, laughter and joy can be heard amidst the clinking of glasses; and there is also a figure that is above all things, overlooking all living beings, his eyes full of helplessness and lament for fate.
The howling wind seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers of time and space, freezing the lonely figure of a person on the top of the mountain.
He gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with resistance to fate, questioning of the laws of nature, and endless emotion about the path of cultivation.
He sighed that fate was full of twists and turns and beyond his control; he sighed that the laws of nature were unpredictable and difficult to predict; he sighed that the path of cultivation had no end.
How many people who seek immortality have embarked on this thorny road with a desire for longevity, but in the end only a very few can reach the unreachable other side.
The rampage of monsters, the disputes between sects, the killing of fellow disciples... one tragedy after another is constantly played out on the road of warriors.
Those warriors who were once full of ambition, in the journey of pursuing power, either lost their way or fell into desperate situations, and ultimately could only perish in despair.
At the moment their lives faded away, they suddenly realized that the so-called immortality was nothing but an illusion, out of reach.
The path of a warrior is full of difficulties, obstacles and endless regrets.
Every time a warrior falls, the light that bursts out at that moment is the most true portrayal of this path.
It tells us that embarking on this road means losing a lot, including family, friendship, and even life itself.
The emotions expressed by the warriors when they fell on those murals can be summed up in one word - regret! "Huh -" Two heavy breathing sounds rang out almost at the same time, and Shangguan Jiannan and Huikong finally pulled themselves away from those heart-stirring murals.
They know very well that the path of a warrior is full of unknowns and challenges at every step, from the unwavering determination and hard training at the beginning, to the confusion and hesitation in the middle, the long journey, to the final sudden enlightenment and disappearance without a trace in the years.
"This is the path of a warrior!" Shangguan Jiannan sighed, "Even a sect that was once as powerful as the Netherworld will inevitably experience confusion and bewilderment.
Only a few can make it to the end.”
Although these incomplete murals are only the tip of the iceberg of the warrior's path, they are enough to make people feel the helplessness and ruthlessness.
Shangguan Jiannan and Huikong looked at each other, their eyes flashing with deep understanding and awe of this path.
They know that the road ahead is still long, but no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, they will keep moving forward unswervingly.
The essence of a warrior's life is now fully displayed in the murals.